—Loch Henson, Diamond Springs, CA
“Welcome to The Crossroads, child,
What will it be?”
I stared at her long flowing hair,
“Well, dearie, what’ll it be?”
On the side table next to her sat a
At first blush, the mirror was tempting.
The book? Again, difficult to imagine.
The steam from the witches brew
Her eyebrow arched.
“Which shall it be, child? We haven’t
She shrugged, and with a wet plop, the
With hardly a pause, the key was in her hand.
“So it comes to this?” she asked. “I thought
The key dropped into the brew, and the
The steam from the cauldron clouded my eyes,
I never heard such
In my cauldron, a mirror, a book, and a key.
—Medusa, with thanks to Loch Henson for today’s tale!